Move Me

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(MOOV): To change the place or position of. To live or be active. To arouse or stir the emotions, passions, or sympathies of; touch the feelings of.

An ad in the local newspaper caught my eye:
Do you need to be MOVED? CALL today: 555-MOVE.
I called and left my name and number. A short time later my phone buzzed…
“Hi.”
“Hello…is this Darla? You left your number. Do you still need to be moved?”
“Oh! Yeah! Yes I need to move as soon as possible.”
“Why?” the voice asked.
“Excuse me? I don’t see that…
that’s any of your…”
The voice cut her off short.
“Look…I like to know what kind of a situation I’m walking in to…so I can be prepared.”
“Oh right. Of course. Well my boyfriend left with another man. I am moving to a smaller place that I can
afford.”
Silence…
“Are you still there?”
“Yes. May I ask how you are feeling?”
“What?”
“About this move?”
“Oh! I…Well I don’t have a choice.”
“Address?”
I gave it.
“Very well. Tomorrow morning 9 o’clock.”
” Ok…sounds good.”
Just as I was saying thanks the line went dead.

At 9 a.m. there was a knock at the door. I opened it and there stood a man. I stepped out to see where the others were. There was no one else there.
“Oh…I’m sorry I’m expecting the movers. Can I help you?”
He walked right past me into the apartment…turned and said…
“I am here to move you.”
“Then it’s just you?”
“Yes.”
He looked around sizing up the place. When he turned to face me he had the most brilliant smile than I have ever seen…
“You don’t seem all that surprised.”
I wasn’t
I stuck out my hand and as soon as he touched me…it was like a static shock. I pulled back instinctively. Our
eyes met and an unspoken dialogue passed between us.

We managed to get quite alot accomplished by lunchtime even though there was this kind of “intensity” all around us.

I offered him a club sandwich and a beer. I learned that his name is Michael. Never been married. He had received many calls but that I am the first one that he accepted.
“Really? Well why?”
“At the risk of sounding crazy…
it’s because of a dream I keep having.”
“A dream?”
“That’s right. Well time to get back to work.”

We managed to get well over half of my apartment moved. It was a little after 6 when Mike suggested that we stop for the day.

“I hope you are hungry. I ordered Chinese should be here in a few minutes…I hope you don’t mind.”
I didn’t. “Actually I’m starved. And thanks that was very considerate of you.”

The food arrived and we settled down to eat. Conversation flowed at a relaxed pace. Out of the blue he asked me if I was curious about his dream. I was.

“It starts with me hearing someone faintly crying. And as it gets louder I can make out the silhouette of a woman
…her head hung down. I ask her what is wrong. She tells me that her lover left her for another…and her heart is breaking. I ask if there is anything I can do to help her. She says…Move me. Then the dream ends. I never see her face. And it’s the exact same dream everytime.”

“Wow…thats really kinda strange. So after dreaming this you decided to put the ad in the paper. To see if you could find her…to help her move?”
“Yes. But I sense that she needs to be moved in more ways than one”
“And you think that I am that woman?”
“No! I don’t think it…I know it.”
He thought there was a chance she would think he is crazy. So her response was actually quite unexpected.

“When my boyfriend suddenly announced that he was leaving…that he was in love with someone else and had been for some time. I was devastated. I didnt have a clue. When I saw him with his love and it was a man…I thought I would just die. I felt like less than nothing. Then I started having this dream. I could hear whispering and I could see someone in the distance but never clearly. Even as we got closer it was never clear…except for the whispers…Let me move you. I knew if I could…that everything would be ok. So when I saw the ad… I knew it had to be you. Isn’t that crazy?”

He went to her and lifted her face to meet his. He looked at her…really gazed into her eyes. He saw the sadness but he also saw that the sparkle had not completely died away. So he smiled at her and from its brilliance her eyes reflected back a beauty all their own. He kissed her lips softly. And her breath caught in her throat…she was trembling so.

As I looked into his eyes I could see conviction and an unwavering belief in beauty and truth. His smile reflects them both so well.
When he kissed me I felt as if I had never been kissed before. As if I had been only half alive…half feeling and suddenly I am whole and have such over powering desires…sensations.

He holds her close and feels the sadness…doubt…fear…melt away. He feels her passion begin to rise. And he wants her more than he’s ever wanted anyone or anything in his entire life. But he will not take her. Not yet. Not like this. So they remained in each others arms and slept. For the first time in quite some time they slept dreamless.

In the morning they woke and at the same time and said…
“You’ll never guess”…laughed then both said “go ahead”…
laughed again and said in unison…”I didn’t have the dream.”

They got cleaned up…ate a lite breakfast and moved the rest of the stuff.

“We did it. Thank you Mike. I mean for this and for…well everything. You are my knight
*laughing*…in dickies.”
Mike made a very elaborate bow…”T’was my pleasure my lady.” He paused briefly looking at her…
“That could be mistaken for…
well..bye!”
“Not in this life!”

I wanted to feel his arms around me. My lips hungered for the sweetness of his kiss. My body yearned for the passion that I have never fully realized yet know that it exists
waiting just below the surface.
So I go to him and lay my inhibitions aside…

He takes her up in his arms and holds her close…stroking her hair. He then kisses her forehead…her eyes…the tip of her nose. He lingers at her lips…tracing them lightly with his tongue. He flicks it in and out of her mouth then takes her bottom lip and suckles it deeply but gentley. She does the same to him. They are now very much aroused.

It is getting hard for him to hold back. He wants to mount her and have his way with her. But his needs are not what matters most to him now. He wants her to set the pace. There will be a time and place for other things. He whispers in her ear…
“Show me what moves you…don’t be afraid to let yourself go.”

I was already so hot…yet when he whispered in my ear I swear it made me get so wet that I thought I would soak the bed. I started to kiss my way down his body. I kissed and tongued and gentley bit him everywhere except for his manhood…by the time I had gone down one leg and started up the other he was extremely turned on. I straddled his hips and lowered my self on to his rock hard massive member.

He was surprised at how her rather tame fourplay had brought him to such a frenzied state. But when she lower herself on to him…he knew then that she would move him in ways he never knew were possible. Her scent was fuel for the fire…her heat just short of catching flame gave rise to untold desi
_____
(MOOV): To change the place or position of. To live or be active. To arouse or stir the emotions, passions, or sympathies of; touch the feelings of.

An ad in the local newspaper caught my eye:
Do you need to be MOVED? CALL today: 555-MOVE.
I called and left my name and number. A short time later my phone buzzed…
“Hi.”
“Hello…is this Darla? You left your number. Do you still need to be moved?”
“Oh! Yeah! Yes I need to move as soon as possible.”
“Why?” the voice asked.
“Excuse me? I don’t see that…
that’s any of your…”
The voice cut her off short.
“Look…I like to know what kind of a situation I’m walking in to…so I can be prepared.”
“Oh right. Of course. Well my boyfriend left with another man. I am moving to a smaller place that I can
afford.”
Silence…
“Are you still there?”
“Yes. May I ask how you are feeling?”
“What?”
“About this move?”
“Oh! I…Well I don’t have a choice.”
“Address?”
I gave it.
“Very well. Tomorrow morning 9 o’clock.”
” Ok…sounds good.”
Just as I was saying thanks the line went dead.

At 9 a.m. there was a knock at the door. I opened it and there stood a man. I stepped out to see where the others were. There was no one else there.
“Oh…I’m sorry I’m expecting the movers. Can I help you?”
He walked right past me into the apartment…turned and said…
“I am here to move you.”
“Then it’s just you?”
“Yes.”
He looked around sizing up the place. When he turned to face me he had the most brilliant smile than I have ever seen…
“You don’t seem all that surprised.”
I wasn’t
I stuck out my hand and as soon as he touched me…it was like a static shock. I pulled back instinctively. Our
eyes met and an unspoken dialogue passed between us.

We managed to get quite alot accomplished by lunchtime even though there was this kind of “intensity” all around us.

I offered him a club sandwich and a beer. I learned that his name is Michael. Never been married. He had received many calls but that I am the first one that he accepted.
“Really? Well why?”
“At the risk of sounding crazy…
it’s because of a dream I keep having.”
“A dream?”
“That’s right. Well time to get back to work.”

We managed to get well over half of my apartment moved. It was a little after 6 when Mike suggested that we stop for the day.

“I hope you are hungry. I ordered Chinese should be here in a few minutes…I hope you don’t mind.”
I didn’t. “Actually I’m starved. And thanks that was very considerate of you.”

The food arrived and we settled down to eat. Conversation flowed at a relaxed pace. Out of the blue he asked me if I was curious about his dream. I was.

“It starts with me hearing someone faintly crying. And as it gets louder I can make out the silhouette of a woman
…her head hung down. I ask her what is wrong. She tells me that her lover left her for another…and her heart is breaking. I ask if there is anything I can do to help her. She says…Move me. Then the dream ends. I never see her face. And it’s the exact same dream everytime.”

“Wow…thats really kinda strange. So after dreaming this you decided to put the ad in the paper. To see if you could find her…to help her move?”
“Yes. But I sense that she needs to be moved in more ways than one”
“And you think that I am that woman?”
“No! I don’t think it…I know it.”
He thought there was a chance she would think he is crazy. So her response was actually quite unexpected.

“When my boyfriend suddenly announced that he was leaving…that he was in love with someone else and had been for some time. I was devastated. I didnt have a clue. When I saw him with his love and it was a man…I thought I would just die. I felt like less than nothing. Then I started having this dream. I could hear whispering and I could see someone in the distance but never clearly. Even as we got closer it was never clear…except for the whispers…Let me move you. I knew if I could…that everything would be ok. So when I saw the ad… I knew it had to be you. Isn’t that crazy?”

He went to her and lifted her face to meet his. He looked at her…really gazed into her eyes. He saw the sadness but he also saw that the sparkle had not completely died away. So he smiled at her and from its brilliance her eyes reflected back a beauty all their own. He kissed her lips softly. And her breath caught in her throat…she was trembling so.

As I looked into his eyes I could see conviction and an unwavering belief in beauty and truth. His smile reflects them both so well.
When he kissed me I felt as if I had never been kissed before. As if I had been only half alive…half feeling and suddenly I am whole and have such over powering desires…sensations.

He holds her close and feels the sadness…doubt…fear…melt away. He feels her passion begin to rise. And he wants her more than he’s ever wanted anyone or anything in his entire life. But he will not take her. Not yet. Not like this. So they remained in each others arms and slept. For the first time in quite some time they slept dreamless.

In the morning they woke and at the same time and said…
“You’ll never guess”…laughed then both said “go ahead”…
laughed again and said in unison…”I didn’t have the dream.”

They got cleaned up…ate a lite breakfast and moved the rest of the stuff.

“We did it. Thank you Mike. I mean for this and for…well everything. You are my knight
*laughing*…in dickies.”
Mike made a very elaborate bow…”T’was my pleasure my lady.” He paused briefly looking at her…
“That could be mistaken for…
well..bye!”
“Not in this life!”

I wanted to feel his arms around me. My lips hungered for the sweetness of his kiss. My body yearned for the passion that I have never fully realized yet know that it exists
waiting just below the surface.
So I go to him and lay my inhibitions aside…

He takes her up in his arms and holds her close…stroking her hair. He then kisses her forehead…her eyes…the tip of her nose. He lingers at her lips…tracing them lightly with his tongue. He flicks it in and out of her mouth then takes her bottom lip and suckles it deeply but gentley. She does the same to him. They are now very much aroused.

It is getting hard for him to hold back. He wants to mount her and have his way with her. But his needs are not what matters most to him now. He wants her to set the pace. There will be a time and place for other things. He whispers in her ear…
“Show me what moves you…don’t be afraid to let yourself go.”

I was already so hot…yet when he whispered in my ear I swear it made me get so wet that I thought I would soak the bed. I started to kiss my way down his body. I kissed and tongued and gentley bit him everywhere except for his manhood…by the time I had gone down one leg and started up the other he was extremely turned on. I straddled his hips and lowered my self on to his rock hard massive member.

He was surprised at how her rather tame fourplay had brought him to such a frenzied state. But when she lower herself on to him…he knew then that she would move him in ways he never knew were possible. Her scent was fuel for the fire…her heat just short of catching flame gave rise to untold desire.

When I felt his shaft begin to descend within me…I could feel every ridge…every vein…every quiver…I could feel my muscles give and take around him. I found myself slipping into the realm where lust…seduction and ecstasy reside. I shamelessly dwelled there for as long as I was allowed.

He felt her first orgasm take hold. He grasped himself at the base to stop his orgasm. He would hold out just a little longer…he wanted to feel the intensity that her pleasure brought. As she writhed and moaned her juices flowed from her in a steady stream. He could feel it as it rolled down his hand…thighs and began pooling under him. He could refrain no longer.

I was coming back down to earth when I felt his shaft contract then expand. Then began to pulsate. I was caught up by his internal pulsations and orgasmed one more time.

Spent…we lay there. I thought about what had happened…about the dreams and Mike. I never would have imagined that I could be moved in so many ways and in such a way that when you get right down to it…it is either totally insane.
Or beyond awesome!
I felt his shaft begin to descend within me…I could feel every ridge…every vein…every quiver…I could feel my muscles give and take around him. I found myself slipping into the realm where lust…seduction and ecstasy reside. I shamelessly dwelled there for as long as I was allowed.

He felt her first orgasm take hold. He grasped himself at the base to stop his orgasm. He would hold out just a little longer…he wanted to feel the intensity that her pleasure brought. As she writhed and moaned her juices flowed from her in a steady stream. He could feel it as it rolled down his hand…thighs and began pooling under him. He could refrain no longer.

I was coming back down to earth when I felt his shaft contract then expand. Then began to pulsate. I was caught up by his internal pulsations and orgasmed one more time.

Spent…we lay there. I thought about what had happened…about the dreams and Mike. I never would have imagined that I could be moved in so many ways and in such a way that when you get right down to it…it is either totally insane.
Or beyond awesome!